Harry led Hermione out of the room and Luna could hear him explaining what had happened to Ginny who had followed them. Luna dug out a handkerchief stashed away in the pocket of her dress and dialled 999 on the phone on Sirius' desk, careful not to disturb anything. However, the line was dead. A crash out of the window confirmed the reason: a flash of lightning had hit the telephone pole. "Harry, the phone's out. We will have to wait for the storm to pass and then one of us will have to head to the mainland," she said as she joined them in the entrance hall. She looked to each of her companions, one of them had to be the killer. It was unlikely that it was an outsider considering that she came on the only boat of the day and from what she could see, Sirius had been dead for an hour at most.
"But who do we send? We send the wrong person— the killer— they get away for good before the police can stop them," Harry said. Ginny sobbed quietly, grasping a small lace handkerchief and Harry placed her arm around him.
"Well, I suppose we will have to find out who did it then," Luna said. She opened up her notebook— she had always fancied herself a detective— that was what a journalist was, after all, a seeker of the truth. "First, I suppose I will need to look at the crime scene ," she said, tapping her pen on the notepad. 'Crime scene, alibis and then go from there,' she thought.
Submission for @iwsc Luna Lovegood tries her hand at being a detective even though the truth may end up hurting her friends.
Drabble for the lovely Celine T - xxcelientje - Happy Birthday! Written for the @dramionefanfictionwriters Birthday Drabbles! Also the @iwsc writing school challenge!
Time to be Brave
"He doesn't want someone like me for you, nor do you," she said. "You may say that you want me now, but we were on opposite sides of the war; my friends will have a fit if they found out. Wouldn't it be better to find someone… someone normal, someone where it is simple and easy?"
He stood and his powerful, slender legs carried him the short distance to her side of the table where he leaned over her. His lips close to hers. "Do not tell me who I want, who I want to spend my life with," he urged. The distance closed and all worries about being discovered lay forgotten in his kiss.
"I don't want normal and easy and simple. I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love," he murmured. Grey eyes met brown and they stared at each other in silence for what seemed like an eternity. "Where is the Gryffindor in you, the Hermione Granger I know wouldn't let anyone tell her what she wanted, who she could date."
"I still feel, in no disrespect, Professor… that I can, we can protect him better ourselves. He gets so ill around the full moon. He needs us," Hope insisted. Surely only his parents would do when he was feeling so poorly.
"But will Remus be truly happy?" Dumbledore asked. "I can assure you, we have taken every precaution for him, to keep him safe, happy and healthy. You have nothing to worry about, though I know you will, I have been told that it is part of being a parent."
Hope knew that this was true. She knew that her son was lonely, that in their haste to protect him, to keep their boy safe and healthy, that he had no friends. Maybe this would be an opportunity for him to finally have some?
He swerved around a gaggle of young children who were sprinkling magical snow over the dancefloor and saw her by the head table. Draco felt his heart skip a beat and a soft smile crept its way onto his face. She was humming some festive number with her wand in the air, levitating a large banner into place above the head table. ‘Decorum, Draco.’ he thought to himself and pulled back the smile — he had an image to maintain.
The banner was elegant yet festive, a dark green background with gold writing which read: ‘Narcissa’s Darlings Charity Christmas Eve Ball’.
“The banner looks great, Granger,” Draco said, pulling up beside her. He looked at the banner and for just a moment, let his emotions slip. “She would have loved this.” His voice quivered in a moment of unexpected guilt. A gentle hand touched his and he gripped it for a moment before he allowed his cool composure to return.
The Son of Ra will reign true over the Great Kingdoms of Kemet and Deshret. He will have powers the Son of Anubis does not. Life, Prosperity and Health. DemiGodAU set in Ancient Egypt.
The Pharaoh Wadjmose had been reigning the great kingdoms of Kemet—the black land—and Deshret—the red land—for longer than anyone in the Kingdoms could remember. He was the Son of Anubis, the god of the afterlife and a Heka, a priest—a magical being descended from the gods.
As a member of the priesthood, he was uniquely blessed to rule over the country—that is what the populous thought. The Pharaoh was good at instilling fear in his subjects and forcing them to do his will, but running a kingdom required more than that.
Burnt gold skin—that was the sign that you were a child of the gods. It manifested around eleven years of age, and when it happened, the child was sent to the Temple of Heka to be trained, no exceptions. Once their training was complete, they often went to manage the temples of their godly parent or to teach at the temple. Some were chosen to attend to the Pharaoh—these were not chosen lightly. They had to share the Pharaoh's ideology that they deserved to rule, that they were better than non-Hekas, that they alone could rule the great kingdoms of Kemet and Deshret.
Hermione learns to become an Animagus for Remus but then something happens which throws a spanner in the works! HGRL - One-shot from Splitting the Hourglass.
Another loud sneeze came, and this time, Hermione caught who it was. Remus. She tilted her head and purred at him as if to ask if he was alright.
He moved over to her and touched her sleek black fur and smiled, "I'm fine. I'm just glad you are okay." He sneezed again. Hermione transformed back instantly and moved her hand up to his forehead. No fever at least.
"I'm probably just run down from the full moon," he reassured her, pulling her hand down and kissing it.
Hermione wasn't so quickly fooled; his eyes were red and puffy, and his nose looked a little red too. Maybe he was coming down with something, but she was not so sure. Her inquisitive mind just had to test something.
With little effort, she converted back into her black panther form. She started walking around Remus like she was an overlarge affectionate cat, she rubbed her body along his legs, purred and waited. As she suspected, he sneezed again.
Hermione transformed back, and she was speechless. Seriously, after all that work?
"I think I'm allergic to you," Remus said with a blush.
Her first thought as she walked into the room was 'I do not get paid enough to deal with this.' Pansy had accepted employment at the Quibbler after the war. It hadn't been her first choice, but as she wanted to work within Journalism, the Quibbler was a fine choice for that. At least she got to work with her girlfriend, Luna.
Pansy worked as a columnist, discussing everything going on at the ministry. It was part - current events, part - gossip. She loved it. Luna did a bit of everything as assistant editor under her father, and this made the magazine rather chaotic. But that just allowed for Pansy's work to never get dull.
"Luna…" Pansy sighed, surveying the office in front of her. There were stacks of paper lying in disarray, books flying around the room and even a small fire in the corner of the room. "I have told you once, told you twice… you need to keep the place clean!" She pulled out her wand and started clearing the room. The books floated over to the bookcase, the fire was put out, and the papers flew into file cabinets, and finally, Luna fully came into view in the corner of the room where she had been sitting in the middle of several stacks of papers.
"I was looking for something…Some notes I took last week for my article," Luna said with her usual dreamy expression.
"Well, did you find it?" Pansy set her bag down at her own desk which was now free from all of Luna's clutter.
"No…" Luna said, starting to pull Pansy's neat and tidy office apart once more.
Pansy moved over and placed a hand on Luna's shoulder, stopping her in her movements. "That didn't work for you before, did it? Let's use a more systematic approach, shall we?"
Luna sighed and stepped over to the filing cabinet, taking out one document at a time while Pansy searched through Luna's desk. They searched the small office from top to bottom and still no sign of the notes. Luna sat down at her desk and sighed, her eyes drifting off out the window as if her thoughts were floating around out there.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" Pansy asked, sitting on the edge of her desk and pulled Luna's hand into her own. Luna shrugged, tracing the lines on Pansy's hand as she thought. "I guess I will have to start again."
"You know if you were a bit more organised… you wouldn't have trouble finding your notes," Pany stated with a hint of annoyance.
"If I were more organised, you wouldn't help me look for things," Luna said with a coy smile.
Pansy chuckled. "I would help you regardless, Silly." She pulled herself off Luna's desk and pulled over her own chair.
"Now let's get to work, I remember some of your notes. Anything to stop you burning the office down again," Pansy laid some parchment and a quill in front of her.
Luna looked over at her, smiled and then brought Pansy's hand up to her lips. "You are too good for me," she said, as they set to work. Life in the Quibbler office was never dull, but Pansy wouldn't have it any other way.
Hermione stood in the ruins of the Hogwarts Library. This had been her safe place, her sanctuary. Now, it was no longer the safe place she remembered. The bookshelves were in varying stages of disarray, some had simply been pushed over, others were tilting or hanging over other shelves, but the majority lay in piles of broken, burnt wood.
"Aguamenti," Hermione whispered as she extinguished the fires still burning in her favourite room in the castle. It broke her heart to see her beloved tomes fade away to ash, just like what she had witnessed with her friends this past day.
Hermione had seen people die today, loved ones were injured, and the castle had been destroyed. Hermione knew that she should be downstairs helping the healers, or better yet helping the Weasleys who had just lost Fred. But she needed to be somewhere safe, she needed to be home just for a moment.
Her heart hadn't stopped thumping since she had seen Harry's still body in Hagrid's arms, she almost lost him. They had nearly been defeated. Hermione began to clear the library. With a wave of her wand, all the books were moved to a table near the door.
Then the bookshelves were put right, she repaired the ones that she could. But there were some… some that were too far gone. They could not be saved. A lone tear fell down her cheek, but she ignored it. There was too much to do, she didn't have time to cry.
Even though some shelves couldn't be saved, she couldn't find it in herself to throw the pieces away. They had been like treasured friends holding all the information she could ever have wanted, and now they were gone. She levitated them carefully to one side and started sorting through the books.
"Hermione?" A voice called through the doorway, "What are you doing here?"
It was Madam Pince. Gone was her stern expression, she looked just as dishevelled as the rest of them from fighting in Great Hall and through the halls.
"Madam Pince, I just… needed a moment alone, so I came here. Like I usually do." Hermione looked around the room, "I didn't expect to see it in this state, though."
Madam Pince moved over and started sorting through the books with her, "No, I never expected them to try and take the books in the restricted section, so I had to fight." The librarian looked over at a spot on the floor, where there was a significant burn mark. "I barely got away… but I stopped them at least. Even if I had to destroy our haven to keep it out of the hands of those who would use its knowledge for evil."
Hermione then noticed that the majority of the damaged books were books she hadn't read, they were books from the restricted section. "It was good that you were here, and I am glad you are safe."
Hermione and Madam Pince sorted in silence. Over time, more and more students came and started placing the books back on the shelves. The older students helped Madam Pince repair the books that could be fixed, and Hermione directed them to where they should be placed.
In time, Hermione felt the unease in her heart and mind begin to disappear as order came to the library once more. Her home was back, it was missing a few good friends, there were visible marks from the battle, but it was back to normal. Everything would be alright again.
Percy Weasley is chosen to spearhead the new Magical Criminal Rehabilitation Unit. Here he is chosen to rehabilitate the more high-profile criminals. When he receives Narcissa Malfoy as a rehabilitee, he thinks it will be plain sailing, how wrong could he be?
Percy cleared his throat and pulled a piece of parchment out of the file. "Well, as was mentioned in the owl that invited you here, you are no longer under house arrest. That being said, you are not entitled to live freely as of yet. You are to be placed under supervision by the Watchers when you are out in public." Percy paused, hoping to see a reaction, but there was none. "You may leave Malfoy Manor and visit others, but those activities will be reported to this Division, and we will hold regular meetings to gauge your rehabilitation process."
"Does this mean that I can now visit my son in Azkaban?" she asked, and Percy saw something that resembled life in her eyes for the first time.
"You may, but these visits will be supervised by Aurors," Percy agreed, and he swore he saw her smile, just a little bit. He wondered though why she had not asked to visit her husband. "You may also visit your husband if you want to."
The sour expression returned. "No, that won't be necessary." A sore subject, apparently, Percy thought but didn't press for more. He knew Mrs Malfoy was a proud woman and wouldn't readily disclose information.
In their seventh year at Hogwarts, Michael Corner falls in love with Padma Patil, she does not seem to realise this. Can he convince her that he means it before it is too late? Warnings – Mentions of Character Torture and Death.
He could have punched himself, or at least hexed himself. He never knew when to shut his mouth. Now Padma would never think of him in that way, he was just a coward. He sat alone for a while, thinking about the situation. He needed a way to get her to like him again. Michael needed to show her that he could be brave, to show her that he loved her.
Bill Weasley was used to excavating - he was a curse-breaker for Gringotts after all. It was his job to remove the curses from the tombs of ancient Egyptian wizards so that Gringotts could come in and remove the magical artefacts before the muggles got in there. This was not a safe job, but he had trained for it and knew what to expect, well, most of the time.
This particular assignment took him to the Tombs of the Nobles, a graveyard where the priesthood was interred. Witches and Warlocks of Ancient Egypt often had positions in the priesthood, and it was from their graves that Gringotts hoped to gain their treasures.
The High Priest Senenmut was Bill's target today. His tomb was grand and well protected, and therefore Bill had to be particularly careful.
As always, he erected a Muggle-proof barrier before entering the tomb. The doorway collapsed as Bill stepped inside, knocking him further into the grave. When he came to, he had a sore foot where a large piece of the lintel had landed. What was worse, was that Bill couldn't find his wand. He felt around in the dark but couldn't find it. Wandless magic wasn't his strong suit, but he could at least conjure some light in the form of a small floating ball. From that, he could see that his wand was nowhere in sight. It must be on the other side of the cave or worse, under the rubble. He tried to dig his way out, but it was no use.
Managing to get to his feet, he used the light ball to guide his way through the tomb; there must be a secondary exit or some other way out of the tomb. He reached the antechamber and saw a solitary figure in front of the entrance to the main burial chamber where Senenmut would be interred.
The figure rose, and Bill's heart caught in his throat. The body looked like a lion, but the head was unmistakably a woman's. It was a sphinx; this proved that Senenmut was a wizard! Wizards of Ancient Egypt often had a Sphinx to guard burial chambers. He had to be very careful; they were dangerous if you failed to solve their riddle. The creature approached him and began to speak:
What cries without a voice, flutters without wings, and bites without a mouth?
Bill thought for a moment. What could it be? Something magical? No, he reasoned. Some kind of creature? No. Just as he was about to solve it, there came a gust of air through the chamber out of one of the side doors. He realised that there must be a way out in that direction, but better still, he had his answer.
"The answer is wind," he informed the Sphinx. The creature nodded and moved to the side, curling up in a ball in the corner of the chamber, the task complete.
Before checking out the burial chamber, however, Bill had to see if there was another exit. He made his way in the direction of the wind and looked in the side chamber. There was an opening in the ceiling, not that big, but big enough for him to climb through. If only he had a broom so he could reach it.
He retraced his steps from the burial chamber and started looking around. Without his wand, he had to be very careful. He had no way of breaking any curses that protected the priest, so he stayed away from the sarcophagus and focused on the objects around the chamber instead.
Bill's eyes were drawn to the staff in the corner of the room. He had seen drawings of Egyptian wizards holding such a staff but didn't know the purpose. He picked it up and examined the wall behind it - there was a section of text, and a mural of the priest holding it. His feet didn't touch the ground. Could this be? But how? If this was what Bill thought it was then it was a significant discovery! Not to mention his ticket out of there. The text read that it was a Was-Sceptre, and from the description, it sounded like the technique required was a lot like flying a broom.
Taking the broom-type object to the side chamber, he focused his energy on the staff in his hand, willing it to levitate. Bill managed to get a few feet off the ground before he lost his balance and fell. Brushing himself off, he tried again and again and eventually he managed to clear the small hole in the ceiling. Manoeuvring himself over to the entrance to find his wand, it lay unharmed right where he thought it would be.
"I am a genius!" Bill yelled to the world, laughing to himself, as he levitated back to base. The others were going to be so jealous!
A/N A Was-Sceptre was commonly found in Ancient Egyptian burial chambers.
Many muggles knew the story of Pompeii that Mount Vesuvius erupted with little warning, killing most of its residents and covering the town in volcanic ash in 79AD. What they did not know however was that it was a Wizard who caused the eruption. This is his story. Warning: Catastrophe and Character death
Several days later, Zaccaria had a spell, now he just had to test it. He started small, by casting the 'dancing legs spell' on the chairs and tables in his house. "Tarantallegra," Zaccaria said, pointing his wand at his favourite stool. The stool proceeded to have a life of its own, its four legs dancing across the kitchen floor. However, things started to go pear-shaped when he cast the spell on multiple objects at the same time. Loud bangs and crashes could be heard throughout the town and a plume of smoke rose from the area where his house was.
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